#Deaths Head AU

[athenafire]

He tries to resist the urge, knows she won't like it but... Ovelrord is worried. He considers his spark chamber... but... it might not be safe. He settles on his cockpit, stuffing it full of pillows and blankets, laying Meredith in the comfortable space and closing up, resting with a servo over his chassis.

He feels.... better. She's safe. No one can get her there. He's keyed in to her vitals, filtered fresh oxygen supplied. He doesn't want to jostle her too much so he just.... sits... servo resting over his plating where she's tucked away, safe and sound.

The dollhouse has long since been cleaned but he prefers to keep her close. He's listening though, ready to free her when she wakes.

Triage took her off the drip an hour beforehand. She had been cleared to finally come out of the induced coma. Her recovery had been surprisingly rapid, despite the amount of damage the poisonous plant had on her upper respiratory systems.

The first movements were tiny, slow. Heart rate picking up as she came to in the soft light provided by Overlords internals. She felt sluggish, heavy. Her brain picking up that she had been moved, but no idea to where.

She could not see Overlord, giving her a sense of relief from his constant doting. A slow eye roll accompanied her thoughts about being human, not a pet.

What Meredith could not ignore was the quiet, yet consistent thrum nearby. That, coupled with the soft warmth, made her nestle further down into the softness. Deciding to give herself a few more minutes, she stretched her legs, feet touching ...what felt almost like a control panel.

[bamsara]

Sleepy gods. Some stuff in the future of The Rehabilitation of Death.

POV the object of your affections nightmares presence gives you a good night's rest that you haven't had for centuries and vice versa, wyd

[kyri45]

Oh, Red Son has a crush on mk! I love this ship and how did he start having a crush on him?

Oh it was very romantic a truly emotional and intimate moment/s

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /

[athenafire]

"I literally ate nothing but boiled corn for a week once. Trust me when I say, a bit of bellyaching is worth that memory of your face just now." He probably did not want to know why she ate nothing but corn, and drank a third of her weight in alcohol for a week. Depression and loneliness does things to a person.

"Besides, you're going to regret what happens next anyway." she replied with a proud, devilish grin.

"......."

"Why?" He replied, simply.

"Why would you..."

Overlord was truly perplexed. Why did he bother?

"Are you feeling proud? Enjoy the stomach ache you're bound to get now." He just stared at the human, untterly befuddled. "I... was going to ask if you'd like dessert but I'm a bit concerned about what you're planning to do to it." She'd probably choke on it.

[shepscapades]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [PART 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Nobody Anymore Nobody Anymore

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction. This part concludes this comic, but this moment doesn't end here: Don't Let it Reach the Heart will be the title of the fic that will follow the end of Destruction!]

[gearbroth]

happy tf2 day, here's some life&death AU engispy doodles i never got around to posting

[youngmoviemaker]

It could be real . . . @bamsara

[athenafire]

💋

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

Meredith hisses like an angry lizard, as the massive lips basically encompass her entire frame, leaving behind Overlords purple lipstain. "WHY?!?!"

[bamsara]

I like your eldritch form

[strawberri-draws]

shuichi posting

[athenafire]

"What's left of my turmeric and tofu…" Meredith answered plainly. "Ran out of eggs a long while back, so I've been working with this. Tastes....almost the same."

Her enthusiasm died at the end. She missed her girls. Princess, Duchess... all of them. But, that was the past. Here she needed to focus.

With the bread toasted, she sat on the edge of the berth to eat, and stare at Trailbreaker. "So. As a sad sack of crap myself, what had you all bent out of shape like that?"

Trailbreaker peered at the little device, distantly wondering who L could be. There was a sound then, a grunt. That sounded like a familiar voice too... he just couldn't quite place it. A grunt wasn't much to go on. Could have been Optimus Prime for all he knew!

Still, the bot was on edge more now than ever, even eyeing the energon with suspicion once it appeared. Where had that come from? And... and why!

The autobot stared at the cubes, as if glaring at them hard enough might make them talk, tell him where they came from.

Trailbreaker sat and mused, trying to place that voice, irnoging the human for the most part but a little curious at what she was up to. "What is that smell?" He hadn't smelled anything like it before.

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [PART 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction!]

[nina-scribbles]

Finally done with this piece for my 🪐🛸Space Au🚀🌌 !!!

+ some bonus closeups on details i really liked 💕

[athenafire]

Seven.

Meredith watched her timer carefully, trying to keep her breaths even through the panic and pain. The second that ran out, her suit would power down, and she would suffocate in the very thing meant to keep her alive.

She held onto Swindle through it all. Keeping her eyes closed, and shutting off the outside audio. The more she could force herself to imagine this was just a wacky adventure, and not escaping a heavily fortified fortress of death and misery.

When she opened her eyes, fear seized her heart.

Four.

Why the jump? What about five or six?

Two.

Her vision narrowed to only that timer. Parts of the suit shut off, trying to keep all remaining power on keeping her alive. Including the audio allowing her to speak to them.

She slapped Swindles arm several times, hoping to get his attention. "Buddy, I hope you have power--" she said, knowing he could not hear, but hopefully read her lips. "Because I'm about to run out." Meredith deployed a small cable from the systems on her back, pointing rapidly at the small symbols written in the language of Junk on her HUD.

One.

Blast Off's voice lit up the comms again, ::Incoming!:: It was all the warning they got as the security system activated and auto-turrets began targeting their ship.

"He has security this far out?" Vortex shouts.

"Guy's paranoid. No one of sound mind would live in a fortress in the middle of nowhere."

"Grab everything you don't already have on hand, we're moving out." Onslaught swapped over to comms to reach Blast Off. ::Make your way over to our position ASAP.::

::Want me to snipe any of the turrets first?::

::Only along the way. We don't have time to dawdle; we need Bruticus online.::

He may be huge and heavily armored, but even Bruticus wasn't invincible. The various defenses outside had caused enough damage to border on severe, almost reminding him of some of the worse conflicts he'd been involved in during the war on Cybertron.

But he'd breached the walls of the fortress, following the scans Blast Off had done. A location was pinned as "high priority"; the spot where an organic lifeform was detected.

The flamethrower was used to discourage any guards from following, while he tore apart whatever was in front of him to get to where he needed to go. It wasn't all too long before his own scanner pinged to tell him that he'd arrived. There looked to be a... tiny house? And a small figure next to it.

"Time to go," Bruticus announced, intending to wrench open the casing around the house and human. But shouts sounded from the trail of destruction he'd created. Backtracking was going to lead to a confrontation, and probably a shootout. He looked up. Maybe if he could make an opening...?

Only one way to find out.

He activated his main guns, the barrels on his shoulders humming. "Hold on. Making us an exit." Bruticus aimed and fired.

In the end, they all made it back to the ship. Barely. Bruticus hadn't lasted much longer after decimating the ceiling of the holding area. It was probably for the best though; he had firepower, but not a lot of speed.

Blast Off and Vortex took flight and provided cover while Meredith was scooped up by Swindle. And then they all got the hell out of there. Onslaught and Brawl needed help from the fliers, but Swindle still had his grappling hook to get himself through their exit. Thank goodness so much of the defense outside had been neutralized beforehand, otherwise they would've been turned to scrap.

They didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of their ship still standing. Barely enough time to check on Mer for longer than it took to confirm she was breathing and not bleeding out.

But they made it. Their ship lifted up and up and up... and soon they broke away from orbit, and were on their way back towards more populated space.

[electrozeistyking]

Thought about my In Rot and Infection AU and just realized how messed up it is. Like the guy who usually takes the lead is suddenly infected with this sickness that mysteriously showed up one day??

But they were fine yesterday? And none of you ever interacted with anyone with the sickness. Weren’t you all being careful? Didn’t you always check if food was contaminated, and it never was? They’re already at the third stage, and it goes faster through ingestion... how did you never realize? You knew something was off, but why did you never connect the dots until now?

One of you needs to do something, of course. It’s dangerous to you all right now. It’ll want to hug you, and if it does, it’ll never let go until it reaches the final stage. It’ll infect you. That can’t happen this close to reaching the King.

At least you’re in Dormont, the place you know devised treatment against the sickness. The closest to you. So even when you do get infected, you won’t have to worry about it progressing any further.

Everyone else is frozen.

They won’t act. They can’t.

It has to be you.

You clutch your book tighter. It’s heavy and dense enough. If you act fast enough, and strike hard enough... it’ll be over quick. It won’t have to process a thing if you’re fast enough. No one needs to forgive you for this, but at least they’ll be safe.

You rush forward and aim for the head.

[arrgh-whatever]